Put my foot so far up Harrys arse, I could pick his teeth with my toenails... think I left my boot in there though...

"Badges, to god-damned hell with badges! We have no badges. In fact, we don't need badges. I don't have to show you any stinking badges, you god-damned cabrón and ching' tu madre! Come out from that shit-hole of yours. I have to speak to you."

Next up... young Jack... don't think he's beat me yet... in fact, if I'm not mistaken, I'm responsible for all 3 of his losses...

"Badges, to god-damned hell with badges! We have no badges. In fact, we don't need badges. I don't have to show you any stinking badges, you god-damned cabrón and ching' tu madre! Come out from that shit-hole of yours. I have to speak to you."

Your boy must be sick of playing against me Snoops... hasn't beat me yet, in 8 goes...

"Hellooooooo down there"... "Harry??? You still laughing???"

"Badges, to god-damned hell with badges! We have no badges. In fact, we don't need badges. I don't have to show you any stinking badges, you god-damned cabrón and ching' tu madre! Come out from that shit-hole of yours. I have to speak to you."